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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Books by Toni Aleo

  About Whiskey Rebellion

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Copyright Notice

  Assassins Series

  Taking Shots

  Trying to Score

  Empty Net

  Falling for the Backup

  Blue Lines

  Breaking Away

  Laces and Lace

  A Very Merry Hockey Holiday

  Wanting to Forget

  Overtime

  Rushing the Goal

  Pucks, Sticks, and Diapers

  Face-off at the Altar

  Delayed Call

  Twenty-Two

  In the Crease

  Bellevue Bullies Series

  Boarded by Love

  Clipped by Love

  Hooked by Love

  Taking Risks

  Whiskey Prince

  Becoming the Whiskey Princess

  Whiskey Rebellion

  Patchwork Series

  (Paranormal)

  Pieces

  Broken Pieces

  Pieced Together (Coming Soon)

  Misadventures Series

  Misadventures with a Rookie

  Standalone

  Let it be Me

  Two-Man Advantage

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  I have to make the pain stop.

  I want to feel alive, and I do when I’m drinking and partying the way I should have when I was a teen. Instead, back then, I was preparing to become the Whiskey Princess, a role assigned to me from birth.

  A lady never drinks to the point of blacking out, nor does she go home with men she meets in bars. But I went home with him…Jackson.

  He was more than just a one-night stand, but I learned that a wee bit late and he was gone. Or so I thought.

  For when I return home, Jackson is there, and he finds out very quickly who I am.

  Problem is, I’m not sure that I’ve ever known who I really am.

  I can tell by looking into her blue depths that she’s absolute trouble, but I have to have her. It’s only for one night. Some fun, and I’ll be on my way. My time here is done, and I’m ready to move on to my next adventure.

  What I don’t realize at the time is that she is my next adventure.

  Lena excites me. She blows my mind. And her brogue? It has me in knots. I don’t even care about the rumors that surround her.

  She’s hurting. I want to help her, but then my time is up.

  Can I leave her?

  I have to leave. I have no choice.

  But I love her.

  For all my ladies who can’t live in a cage.

  be free.

  be happy.

  be rebellious.

  be you.

  A phone is ringing.

  “Shut yer phone off, ya fuckin’ bastards,” I yell out to the room, but I’m only answered with groans. The ringing, I swear it gets louder as it continues. Scrunching up my face, I throw a pillow over my head and groan. I’m pretty sure I’m still blasted. Ugh, me head. But the ringing doesn’t stop. Opening one eye to try to keep my head from blowing its top, I look around the full room. Different people lie around my penthouse, and when I look beside me, some guy is lying there. He’s decent-looking enough, so that’s fair play, though I do wonder if I slept with him.

  Looking under the blankets, I see I’m naked as the day I was born.

  Guess so.

  Not sure how we got back to my room, but ah, fuck it.

  When the ringing stops, I let out a sigh of relief and cover my face once more with my pillow. The night before was a raver for sure. I don’t know who half the blokes are in my room, but then, I just don’t care. I wanted a good time, and I got it. I only wish I remembered most of it.

  Just as I’m about to fall asleep once more, though, my phone starts again.

  “Bloody hell, why?” I groan into my pillow before throwing it to the side. Hitting a few bottles on the way, it falls to the floor before a crash makes the room start to move. As I hold back the vomit trying to escape, people start rousing, gathering their things. The hostess my ma tried to raise wants to get up, thank them for coming, but the woman I’ve become doesn’t give any of the fucks. Off with the lot of them. They drank on my dime and probably didn’t even thank me.

  Wankers.

  When motion starts beside me, I look over at the guy, and he grins at me. “Hey, beautiful.”

  I roll my eyes. “We fucked, yeah?”

  His blue eyes widen. He’s pretty, for sure. “You don’t remember?” I shake my head, and he looks away. “Yeah.”

  “All right, then, nice time. See ya.”

  His eyes widen more before he scrambles out of the bed, the lovely word “bitch” falling off his lips. “Right back at ya, ya wanker.”

  He just glares back at me as my phone starts to ring again. “Fucking hell,” I groan, finally finding it in the pocket of my jeans under my bed that still have my thong wrapped up in the legs. Apparently, no name and I were in a hurry. Pausing, I look over my shoulder. “Ya used a condom, yeah?”

  He slides his pants up. “Yeah, and you said you were on birth control too.”

  I nod. “Good.”

  “Are you?”

  “I am.” Then I pause. “But ya used a condom, right?”

  He nods. Though, I don’t think he’s giving it to me true. “Yeah.”

  Fuck. I’ll go to a clinic tomorrow. Damn it.

  When my phone starts to ring once more in my hand, I want to scream, but I see it’s my brother. “Ah, fuck, what does he want?” Sitting up, I look around the room. People are heading out, not even a glance at me as they go through the door, leaving me alone in my room. But that’s how I spend most of my nights if I’m not throwing ravers or going to raves. I’m usually alone. Alone with the demons that haunt me to me core. Demons I’m trying to drown with pills and alcohol.

  Ugh, my ma would be so upset with me.

  Which is why I don’t answer my phone when she calls. I only speak to my brother. ’Cause he’d find me and kill me if I didn’t. Surprised my ma and da hadn’t done that yet. Though, probably ’cause I keep moving.

  When the phone goes off once more, I cuddle into my pillow as I hit the answer button.

  “Howya, Declan.”

  My brother growls into the phone. “Eight times, I called ya, Lena. The fuck ya doing?”

  “Sleeping, ya wanker. It’s like six in the morning.”